It is finally graduation day for you and you are proud to be wearing your cap and gown. Your 18h birthday and high school graduation all in the same month ..it had certainly been a busy time. You were proud when you walked across that stage to get the diploma you had worked so hard for. School has been a fun time and a hard time but you are already feeling like an adult and are ready to head out into the real world whatever that may hold.
It was nice of you to stop by my room after the ceremony .. still dressed in your cap and gown and your eyes still red from the tears of all of the good byes to dear friends. You look very different from that little freshman girl I met so many years ago. Even in your graduation gown, it is obvious that you have developed into a beautiful woman.
We made small talk about your classes and your plans for the future and it made me feel special when you told me how much you enjoyed my classes and how I had helped you to succeed when you thought you couldn't. The emotions of the day must have overtaken you when you mentioned how cute you thought I was for an "older guy" and how you would miss seeing me every day. I could only tell you the truth when I told you that your smile every day certainly made school much more enjoyable.
You were sitting on the classroom desk in your cap and gown with your legs dangling and swinging nervously over the edge when I stood up and walked toward you. Your eyes grew larger when I placed a hand on your face and told you how much I would miss you. I leaned toward you to see what would happen and happily you just closed your eyes, moved your face toward me and pursed your lips invitingly. My lips softly approached yours, grazing them as you spread them open, inviting my tongue to reach out for you. My hands held your head more tightly as we kissed with a new and exciting passion.
My hand found the zipper on the front of your gown and eased it down; exposing the sun dress you were wearing underneath. The thin straps did little to support the breasts that had been so small four years ago but had since blossomed into full womanhood. As you moved off the desk, the gown slipped to the floor. You took my hand and moved it to your breast, the thin fabric not a barrier to feeling your hard nipple. My other hand followed, massaging you through the fabric until you reached up and slid the straps off your shoulder. In this new condition, my hands could feel both the warmth of your skin and the sweat on its surface.
As our tongues continued to play, your hand found its way to the front of my dress slacks. The thin material was no match for the hardness underneath and you found it immediately. You rubbed my hardening cock up and down as I fondled you and we could each feel our breathing becoming more and more rapid.
One hand moved from your breast and reached for the front of you skirt, slowly raising it and feeling only the slightest hint of hair where there should have been cloth. A small reach lower and I could feel your warm, wet lips. I could almost taste the soft moan you made in my mouth.
